Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The fact that Fan Tianluo is an alchemist quickly spread throughout the Fan family, some were happy and some were worried.

"Are you serious?" Patriarch Fan Guqun is naturally the happiest one. He never expected that the girl who he considered to be an idiot back then not only has amazing talent in cultivation, but also is an alchemist. He is really extraordinary. Eyes but no eyes.

Elder Yun nodded excitedly and said: "The refining was successful the first time, and the quality of the pills is so high that even Mr. Bingyuan is full of praise. Seventh Miss is also very talented in this aspect."

"Okay! Give her everything she needs, and hope to redeem her resentment towards the Fan family. The Fan family will rely on her in the future." Fan Guqun rubbed his hands, his old face couldn't hide the surprise.

"Ahem, Patriarch, the three Great Warrior Pills are ready, when will they be delivered?" Elder Yun asked suddenly.

"Immediately! The competitive competition is less than a month away. Giving it to her now will allow her to improve by one star, and she is very likely to win the championship by then." Fan Guqun laughed.

"Yes, when will the head of the family be in front of the family?" Elder Yun looked a little embarrassed, it was a bit embarrassing for the head of the family to apologize in front of so many people.

Fan Guqun was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Then let's have a family morning meeting in three days' time, and you will always have to pay back what you owe them."

"Patriarch, what about you?" Elder Yun seriously challenged the majesty of the Patriarch.

Fan Guqun waved his hands and said: "Hey, this matter was originally my fault. If I make a mistake once, I can't make a second mistake. Besides, even for the sake of the Fan family, this face will still be lost. I'm not in the way, you don't have to worry about it." .”

"Yes." Elder Yun sighed in his heart. In fact, everyone hated Fantianluo at the beginning. After all, that instrument was too important to the Fan family, but looking back, she was only a five-year-old child, and they were too much. Harsh too.

In Fan Ming's courtyard, the faces of the family of three were extremely gloomy, especially Fan Xiaolin's small face was gloomy and cold, which ruined the otherwise good beauty.

"How is this possible?" Fan Ming kept shaking his head and repeated, feeling extremely depressed.

"What's impossible? It's already confirmed that it can be fake. I don't know what kind of luck this dead girl is. She is still an alchemist. This time is good. She is a five-star warrior and an alchemist. In the future, there will be more in this family." Where is our little Lin standing?" Lu Mei trembled with anger.

"Father, mother, I can't lose to that dead girl! Absolutely not!" Fan Xiaolin jumped up and clenched her fists and said.

"Xiao Lin, the facts are in front of you, how can you compare with her? Besides, the Patriarch considers her a treasure now, and for the competition, he has promised her everything." Fan Ming said distressed.

Fan Xiaolin's small face immediately turned ferocious and said: "Hmph! Since she doesn't know what to do, we don't have to be polite to her anymore."

"Xiao Lin, what do you want to do?" Fan Ming and Lu Mei looked at each other in surprise.

"I'm going to find Sister Meng. If Fan Tianluo participates in the competitive competition, then she will definitely not get the top three, and I don't think she wants to either!" Fan Xiaolin sneered viciously.

Fan Ming was surprised and said: "Xiao Lin, you are crazy. Although our two families look good, who doesn't know that the Meng family has always wanted to overwhelm our Fan family, why do you still ask her for help? If the head of the family knows?"

"I don't care! All I know is that I can't let this dead girl, Fantianluo, surpass me! Dad, you were no match for Fourth Uncle back then. Could it be that I lost to Fantianluo again this time? We are all illusion masters! What will you think of us!?" Fan Xiaolin looked angrily at Fan Ming.

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